#so

Some of us hover when we weep for the other who was dying since the day they were born. ↗

— Lisa Loeb

#death #song #weep #death

You walk around feeling like a teenager and immortal your whole life, and suddenly there isn't much time left. ↗

— Stieg Larsson

#life-and-death #life-philosophy #mortality #perception #time

السبب الرئيسي لتقدمه ببطء كان إيمانه الراسخ بإنه سينجح، كأنه يفكر في نفسه، أكاد أصل، لكن في أعماقة شيئاً آخر يؤخره، هاجساً يمكن التعبير عنه بهذه الكلمات، كلما أسرعت في الوصول كلما تحتم علىّ الإسراع بالمغادرة ↗

— جوزيه ساراماجو

#faith #life-lessons #slow #death

When your afraid,reallyafraid, you see things you never saw before, you pay attention to the world. ↗

— Tim O'Brien

#death

It's more fun in a way to do ensemble scenes, where you know your background, you know the scene, but you can't prepare because someone else is going to say something that is going to lead you off. ↗

— Fred Willard

#because #else #ensemble #fun #going

I never tried to sing like anybody else, fortunately I didn't sound like anybody else. It just happened. ↗

— Andy Williams

#else #fortunately #happened #i #just

Max felt his eye twitching. He knew he should be yelling, but his limbs wouldn’t move. This was what it felt like to be paralyzed with rage. Yes, he was going to do it. He was going to finally go utterly psychotic and prove the whole town right. He was going to walk over to those arrogant assholes and take the first one apart. Then he’d beat the other one to death with his dead brother’s leg. He looked to his own brother. Rye would save him from his towering rage. Rye would have calming words. Rye would talk him down. Rye’s face was red as he pointed at the young cowboys. “You, kill now, Max. ↗

— Sophie Oak

#sophie-oak #three-to-ride #death

Life is a Horse driven cart, Fate its driver You are the horse, Passengers - as allotted by God Sometimes rides to a wedding, sometimes to the graveyard On stumbling, there is always the earth. ↗

— D.V.G

#life

In every person, there is a doer and a devil. With every passing days, the doer dies and a devil has to rise. ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#devil #life #passing-days #person #death

As Socrates so philosophically put it, since we don't know what death is, it is illogical to fear it. ↗

— Tom Stoppard

#existentialism #socrates #death